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 Apr 2016
Damian Murphy
Is it better to try something
And to risk any consequence?
Or worse not to try anything,
Risk being of no consequence?
 Apr 2016
Bows N' Arrows
Am I changing my mind
Am I thinking of the greater good
A vague being that's moving in motions
aware of my own dread and lack of purpose
It's like I'm dissolved and shapeless
I've always wanted to learn French
I want to go to Canada and
leave the American dream to contort
Sleepy all the time
My crystal ball's so cloudy
Shedding into nothingness
It's like I'm disappearing
I can't articulate my emotions
I can't tell what I'm feeling
I'm staring through myself
a black hole in the mirror
Every thought ending in periods
thinking in absolution's
 Mar 2016
Walter W Hoelbling
will we finally know
what we have always
   wanted to
when our lives end
   long expected
   always too sudden

or will it just be
   once more
the old wisdom
that we know little
   and that
at the wrong time
 Dec 2015
david mungoshi
Does it all lead to just this,
a gaping hole in the ground,
sniffing but impatient mourners
their predictable tissues at the ready?

an all-too-practised priest in familiar garb
does the expected; his suitably tremulous voice
has the standard formality as he goes through the ritual
and those years of convolution spiced with some straight and narrow

do they culminate in this terrible charade?
Surely this can't be it, this cavalier show by fellow-travellers,
by small cliques here and there, sharing juicy titbits of gossip
- least concerned with the slowly sinking forgotten casket

in my heart of hearts i say this can't be it, surely!
 Oct 2015
Walter W Hoelbling
my father’s younger brother
was quite an interesting fellow
worked over time in different jobs
and on the sided wrote poems
stories  novels  texted songs

we lived about 150 miles apart
exchanged occasional mails and comments
on each other’s writings

then I received an email rather strange
stating that he had underestimated
his sickness but wished to have no visits
at the time

it seriously felt
    like something was not right

and two days later
    I was just about to call
a weeping aunt was on the phone
and told me of his death

from what she said
it was not nice

he died of  cancer of the pancreas
could hardly move in his last weeks
and only weighed one hundred pounds
down from 200   when he died
guess his demise was a relief for him
    as well as her

how sad that he  a man of letters
     who wrote thick novels and articulate verse
could not find words for his own pain

maybe  like many of his generation
he felt his sickness was  a shame
or he was furious at his body   or his fate
or did not want to burden others
or did not like them to be witness
to his waning health

I do not know

what I shall remember
is the loud silence
in his last mail

          * *
 Oct 2015
Walter W Hoelbling
brought to life
before my will

the day I was born
is not
a memory of mine

for this
I have to go
to stories told by others

family and friends
communities
   of the first second
some until this day
unknown to me

they knew me
long before I saw them

how can I have lived
so long
without memories
of my beginning?

       * *
We need not count on fate
on the battlefield
where windows reflect our dreams
when we find ourselves crawling
as we laugh.  
It is merely an invasion
from which I will not flee
no matter how hot
I find the essence
stained by my other half.  

Life’s best moments
will not make you famous
so don’t be anxious
or make empty promises
to a world
which remains the same.
Stay weightless
within your spirit
and keep the salted seas
from turning you bitter,
left behind….
in shame.
Copyright @2015 - Neva Varga - Changefulstorm - 09/28/15
There is a trip one can take to a place called Apologetic.

At this destination regret is the norm,
Lamentations are fashionable,
and apologies in high demand.
In this place contemplation is all the rage,
Reflective thought is du jour,
and repentance is propagated.

I can attest, testify, or bear witness if you will,
That such a place exists!
I have been there countless of times!
I can certainly certify!

Or perhaps...
You have been there yourself already?
In which case you can corroborate what I say is true!
 Sep 2015
Ignatius Hosiana
I'm certain that ultimately I'll find peace
Just as I'm sure I'll dig in search of war
I'm determined to win those battles I stumble in
Just as I'm certain of losing like some have been
I have faith that someday I'll beat the odds
But I'm also sure of losing a giant bet to the gods
I am afraid someday I will reach my destination
Just as I fear I'll keep trying to adjust my road's estimation
I think time will come for me to be an inspiration
Just as I'm certain I'll always need inspiration
I'm sure I'll find something to quench my thirst
As I'm positive that I'll still develop the thirst to know more
I'm certain I'll find love some fateful day
And as well misplace it probably that very day  
I'm optimistic about finding some answers
Just as I'm sure soon after those are deciphered there'll be others
I'm sure I'll find the right avenue
Just as I feel I'll walk right away like I never knew
I know I'll receive my looming miracle
Like I know one miracle leads to another "expectacle"
I believe I'll rise from the cacoon like butterflies
And the bird in me will lose his wings (and fall) as he flies
I see myself as a king in my prowess in future
Just as I have seen kings rise and fall thus experience is my tutor
I know I will cease the moment, and squander it
I'll find the gold in me after years of digging just to be buried by the pit
I'll fix myself just as I'm sure I'll get myself torn
Because you know, nothing is cast to stone
So until I learn how to crave nothing, love nothing and be nothing
I'm sure I'll always find just to lose that something
 Sep 2015
Anshita Mehrotra
not all earthquakes
leave you shaken;
yet show you
-you had been standing still all your life.


(you were my earth quake,you shook life into me,and for that,i thank you. )
 Jul 2015
South by Southwest
I'll have regrets
the day I die
I'll have unanswered questions
that around me fly
I never went up to the moon
I never saw Napoleon's tomb
I never crossed the oceans deep
Nor stood on top of Himalaya's peak
I never thought we'd say goodbye
but time just slipped on by
And now I sit here feeling sad
wondering if life has me had

It doesn't matter anymore
The memories's weight
I can pull no more
I'll just lay down and die
and to this world I'll say goodbye
Then as I walk into the light
I will be full of fear and fright
But it will all be okay
Happens to us all on any given day
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